the everyday adventures of sabrina

a. Underwire bras are fifty percent heroic savior of womankind, fifty percent cruel poker-in-the-chest of womankind.
b. Am extremely upset with myself, which has led to about three weeks of vast swirling depression. I mean, like, I’m too upset to even blog about it. Which is pretty fucking serious, because who can I trust to drag myself out of this seething pocket of hell, if not the intarnet?
c. Thinking about going down to p-town in a couple of weekends to go work on The Car. But first … must have the passat serviced. Oil change before roadtripping.
d. I am absolutely unsure which version of “I Don’t Like Mondays” I like the best, the Boomtown Rats’ or Tori Amos’. They both work for various different mood swings.
e. I have accidentally blown off two friends lately. This makes me sad and guilty, which leads me to not call them and apologize/reschedule. Thus I am even a bigger shithead.
f. I should have bought a laser pointer, to taunt my cats with, yeeeears ago. They go apeshit over it.
g. Really need to file my taxes. Really need to go to Microcenter and buy TurboTax.
h. this is extremely funny.
i. I may get a side gig, moving someone’s hosting to a new provider and possibly redoing their site. It sounds fun. I need a distraction from work. It may also give me a chance to check out Mambo, which I’ve been wanting to play around with but haven’t really had an excuse to, to see if that’s something that might be useful for them.
j. I applied for a character on Firefly MUX on Sunday. Still waiting to hear back on approval. Am waxing impatient.
k. The Chicago Bike Show is this weekend. I want to go and check out the Breezer commuter bikes I’m lusting over but can’t afford. I figure that’s safer than going to a Ford dealership and test-driving the Mustang I even more can’t afford. Speaking of which: Jesus Christ. I have two things to say about that: “Supercharged” and “5.4L.” Lust. Oh, pretty baby. Pretty fast baby.
l. No sooner comment about thinking about going to p-town on 9th April than received a competing invitation. Ah well, later in April will also be a good time for The Car.
m. Someone greeted me in the cafeteria today with “Will [email users whose userids start with] s-z be up tomorrow?” Thanks for the vote of confidence! Though I can’t say it isn’t earned.
n. diu‘s inbox is back! Yaaaaaay!
o. Would you believe that the long-anticipated arrival of this is the most pleasant thing that’s happened to me, work-wise, all week?
p. My co-worker just walked past my office, commenting that “I had to get the bat” and holding the aluminum bat he borrowed from the NetSec office. I’m a wee bit concerned for the future health of his workstation.
q. As of yesterday, my official two most-hated sentences in the English language are “it shouldn’t have done that” and “that should’ve worked.” But the software still does not care.
r. A random gentleman at Kasey’s the other night offered me free tickets to go see Lucha Va Voom. I find myself tempted, but a little fearful to face it without friends.
s. I have no plans for this evening, nor anything I really need to do, since I did laundry last night. I find myself somewhat bewildered by the sheer number of possibilities.
t. This list is a lot longer than I initially thought it would be.
u. I just realized that the 9th April invitation I just received is juxtaposed against another event I already RSVP’ed to. But I can’t miss this one. Maybe I can be social butterfly Sabrina who flits from event to event like the in-demand social girl she…uh, well, isn’t, really. At least both are on the red line.
v. I just registered my landline and cell phone numbers with the National Do Not Call Registry. i hope this leads to fewer people cluttering up my caller ID display at home, since I never answer that phone anyways unless someone’s coming over and I have to buzz them in the door.
w. I need to start riding my bike to work again, because I really don’t want to continue driving if gas is going to continue costing me upwards of $2.60/gal. I’ll be bummed to have to start getting up earlier, though, since it takes my slow ass a while to ride to HP. And I wish I had a portable transistor radio or something I could tape to my handlebars for listening on the way (since I won’t wear headphones while biking — stupid! stupid! stupid! people who do that make me crazy!).
x. I’m out of random shit to remark upon, and making up crap just to get all the way to z would be lame. So I’m not.